Love at the River

Love at the River

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lovers get caught in the act.

Summary

Lovers get caught in the act.

Content

Submitted: December 09, 2012

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Content

Submitted: December 09, 2012

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The sun baked my tanned body as I lay on the blanket watching Judy amble up the sandy beach from a dip in the river. It was especially erotic being with her at the old swimming hole with no one else around.  Certainly it pays to come on a week day. This beautiful creature was pulling at her bikini top, putting everything in place, as her tawny legs made long graceful strides up the sandy beach toward me. I loved to watch her when she wasn't aware of me watching. I guess I'm just a born voyeur.  She looked so natural, and innocently beautiful when she was just being herself.

 

"What are you staring at," she said as she flashed that million dollar smile.

 

"Just you babe,” I replied. "I never get tired of looking at you".

 

She stood over me, blocking the sun from my eyes and dripping cool water on my stomach, those long legs straddling my hips. A few loose hairs protruding from her bikini bottoms caught my attention.  I reached up to playfully pull on them but she was too fast for me.  Jumping aside, she accidentally kicked sand in my eyes.  "OW! Damn." I yelled jumping up.

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get sand in your eyes," she said leading me to the water. I flushed my eyes with the cool water until I was sure they were clean.  Still feigning pain, I let her get close and then grabbed her about the waist and flung her over my shoulder into the water behind me.

 

She surfaced spitting and sputtering, "Damn you...I said I was sorry."

 

"Now we're both sorry," I said as I laughingly chased her up the beach. Grabbing for her I caught her bikini bottoms and exposed her sweet shapely ass. Like the Coppertone kid, she had a prominent tan line that accented her beautiful creamy, white ass.

 

"Hey," she squealed pulling them up again.

 

"Come're you," I said taking her in my arms. I placed a passionate kiss squarely on her lips. We stumbled through the sand to the blanket, still locked in our lover's embrace, slowly I lowered her to the rumpled blanket. We kissed long and deep in the warmth of the light summer breeze.

 

Sunlight played through the trees and danced among the leaves. The river quietly slipped past in its constant journey to the sea. The zephyr brought our wet skin alive, once again we were together in paradise. Judy lived in the Los Angles area and was still attending school there. It was only during summer vacations and a few other times throughout the year that we were blessed with time to spend together. The past two years taught us to make those moments count, and we had learned to do that 'very' well indeed.

 

I rolled her wet top down beneath those beautiful and bountiful breasts, revealing their strawberry nipples, erect and cold against my eager lips. Sucking one into my mouth I swirled my tongue around it and pulled at its hardness with my hungry lips. Moaning with pleasure she instinctively reached for the hardening bulge pressing against her leg. In minutes our suit bottoms were discarded beside our nude and needy bodies. We couldn't get enough of each other.

 

Locked in our naked embrace, we celebrated the joy of being together. She moved down my chest kissing as she went until her soft, warm mouth enveloped my shaft. Moving deftly into a sixty-nine position, she ground her hips into my face. Her sex was sweet and warm against my lips. I cherished every minute we spent loving each other. I needed badly to be inside her.  I gently rolled her over and spread her legs wide. She was wet and hot with desire. I played my rigid member up and down her pink lips until it too was slick with that wetness. Her pussy contracted, hot and tight around me as I slowly pressed my way in, feeling her body yield to accept my swollen member. She clasped her legs around my hips and held me tight within her depths a few moments before she began that slow rocking motion, pulling deliciously on my shaft. Her strong muscles squeezing and releasing around me. I was flush with desire, feeling as though I would burst with each heartbeat.

 

The summer breeze rustled through the cottonwood trees as birds called in the distance. This was nature at its very best. The setting was so tranquil and serene that we felt no need to hurry our lovemaking. We rocked together for what seemed like an eternity until unvoluntarily picked up the tempo. Thrusting faster now as I felt our mutual release close at hand. Judy was moaning softly with each stroke of my cock. Our eyes, locked onto one another's in a hypnotic, smoldering passion, her hands gripped and pulled at the blanket. Her legs spread further, as if to devour me in her growing hunger.

 

Together our voices rang out in a chorus of pleasure as I felt my orgasm boiling up from my depths, blasting free. I bathed her insides with my white hot surge, and another and another. The sound of crashing surf beat within my ears as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. Returning to my senses, I saw that Judy was still deep within the throes of her passion and instinctively I push deep within her to touch 'that' spot, sending her once again to a mind-shattering crescendo. I collapse on top of her, kissing her hair and forehead as we relaxed to catch our labored breath.

 

The light squeak of brakes was my first indication that civilization was intruding on our idyllic world. My head snapped up and I was staring at a car full of wide-eyed women and children not 50 feet away from us. It took the driver only a few seconds to recognize and respond to what was happening. She put the car in reverse and back hurriedly away. The look on their faces, priceless. They backed several hundred feet to a turn around before finally disappearing over the top of the levee in a cloud of dust. Judy and I looked at each other and broke up laughing. We had been so engrossed in our lovemaking we had not heard the car coming as it bounced and squeaked along the bumpy river bottom trail. We donned our swimsuits and took a dip to cool off, still giggling about being caught in the act.  Once dry, we mounted my motorcycle and left the scene of the crime. The summer was promising to be a memorable one...and it was.

 

 


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